Chapter Forty Eight - How I Feel

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I'll be the David for all your Goliaths,
The Romeo to your Juliet.
Dying for my love and dancing with death.

I'll be the Lysander that awakens you from the dream,
The tender lover that  makes you scream.

I'm the bee that tastes your nectar,
The Picasso that paints your sky,
The traveller that never says goodbye,
the flame that never dies.
I'm be man that puts his cub in your belly, and the man that protects his pride.

Some may call me foolish, and some may call be brave,
Some may say he's trouble and some he's headed to his grave, but that's just how I feel about you.

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